.As we parade the night all we can hear is the sound of gun shots
the skyline turns red, the sun burns too bright
the pavement cracks become apparent, see no light
injection of a cursed fiction and buried we cry
pick up the pieces of a human jigsaw,
pick up the teeth that once exha.
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